Ember Frost's POV

When I returned to my room, the maid gathered my hair into a neat bun with a dark purple band and added a touch of makeup. Once she finished, I stepped up to the mirror and took a good look at myself. I’ll admit, I’m not usually one to be overly focused on my appearance, but I couldn’t help but admire her work. The person looking back at me was truly stunning.

After taking a moment to appreciate how I looked, I stepped out of the room. My mother was already waiting by ...